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I cry when something sad happens to me, my kids, my friends, my friends' kids, my pets, my friends' pets, and on and on and on.

But is that necessarily a bad thing? I used to think so - coming of age in an environment where being "strong" was one of the hallmarks of success meant I needed to bury my sentimentality where no one would see it. Being sensitive was not a valued trait, nor was it rewarded.

While I still don't think it's appropriate for people to bawl in their professional capacities (exigent circumstances notwithstanding), I have decided that being a sentimental sap is not a negative trait. So what if it touches me when people succeed? Or fail? The only thing it says about me is that I have empathy for the joys and sorrows of others.

So basically, I'm a big crybaby who's too soft for the world. And I'm okay with that.

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I don't mind the sentimental bawling, it's the angry waterworks that piss me off. I cry because I'm enraged or frustrated, that makes me madder, and I cry harder. A viscious cycle, and a most unfortunate trait. After all, it's kind of hard to take someone seriously when they've got a snotty nose.

I like that you're sentimental, Janiece. :)I'm about half and half. I can get totally turned off (especially if I think I'm being manipulated) but can also cry if I key into my empathy. I usually only mad-cry after the fact (many of my emotions have a time lag, actually, which is wierd).

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